I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 753 Choosing a Master (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

"City Lord Baiyun..."

"Ye Gucheng..."

These words seem to have been echoing on the top of the Thousand Buddhas, lingering in the ears of the heroes.

This is an unfamiliar name.

But from today, from this moment on, this name is no longer unfamiliar.

With this sword alone, Yangzhou already has its place.

"Boss, this person's swordsmanship is so brilliant, even Shen Yingjian is not his single enemy, if he can be recruited into my Shengping army..."

Among the crowd, there was a group of people with their heads wrapped in white scarves.

The so-called heroes on the top of the Thousand Buddhas, there are thousands of people, from three religions and nine streams, with complicated origins.

But it belongs clearly and is easy to distinguish.

The leader is naturally the Three Mountains and Five Sects.

The rest are mainly Jingshi Army, Shengping Army, Pingtian Army, Lvlin Road in 72 counties of Liangjiang, and 36 water villages in Dongting.

In addition, there are some small schools and sects, and a small number of solitary quacks, or people who have heard the news from other places to watch the excitement.

For example, Shen Yingke, who was decapitated by a sword just now, is one of the representatives.

This group of people with their heads wrapped in white scarves is the Shengping Army that has recently sprung up in Yangzhou.

The one who spoke was Zhan Ziqian, who had just escaped from that weird little temple in the Great Sichuan River.

He just recovered from that dazzling and amazing sword, and said with a sigh.

In front of him was Wang Chongyang, the leader of the Shengping Army.

Before Zhan Ziqian finished speaking, he noticed that Wang Chongyang was in a daze, as if he was out of his mind and didn't hear it.

He couldn't help calling several times: "The head of the ground? The head of the ground?"

Only then did Wang Chongyang come back to his senses, conceal the strangeness in his expression, and said, "What?"

"Headman, this subordinate said that this person's swordsmanship is really superb. If such a master can be recruited, it will be a big help."

Such a master, if it was a few months ago, no matter how arrogant he is, it is impossible for him to say soliciting words.

However, in the past few months, the Shengping Army is no longer comparable to what it used to be.

At this time, the Shengping Army has hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, and heroes from all walks of life are vying to vote.

True cultivators of the immortal sect, strangers of warlocks, and martial arts experts are not in the minority.

Even the Three Mountains and Five Sects have expressed their full support from the Fuhu, Shenshui, and Tiandu factions.

Of the remaining two factions, Fang Wanli of the Guangming Sect is rebellious and unwilling to be troubled by others, but he does not refuse to help the Shengping Army.

As for the Yuping Temple, the attitude is vague.

However, this Yuping temple doesn't care much about worldly affairs, and the master of the temple, Taoist Qianzhong, is also calm and calm, so it's reasonable to not want to go into this muddy water.

This time, Mie Ming Mie Jing came to the door several times to persuade him to invite him to this sword holding meeting.

Even so, not counting the Yuping Temple, combined with the strength of the four factions, the power of the Shengping Army is unmatched in Yangzhou except Nanchu and King Xiang.

There is no shortage of masters.

Although there are still very few people at the level of Ye Gucheng, they don't care too much about it.

In Zhan Ziqian's view, Wang Chongyang is a person who is thirsty for talent, and it can even be said to be a morbid hobby.

But he will try his best to recruit anyone who has a skill, no hesitation.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that so many capable people and strangers have come to vote.

However, in Wang Chongyang, it was not as he expected.

Instead, he showed a weird expression, which seemed to be a bit bitter.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Wang Chongyang shook his head, but did not speak.

However, there was a huge turmoil in my heart.

The sword just now was unknown to others, but he recognized it.

That is clearly "Flying Immortal Outside the Sky".

This sword technique is the master's true master's teaching, and in the Jiang residence, he often practiced it often.

He even said that he would pass this sword on to him.

It's just that before he had time to teach, he had already left Jiangzhai.

Today's him, no matter his status or his strength, is far from what it used to be.

Especially with his cultivation base, with the wholehearted help of many strange people and senior cultivators of the immortal sect, in less than a year, he has changed from being a low-level person to a fifth-rank person today.

Even if he is the proud son of the Immortal Sect Holy Land, it is nothing more than that.

So Wang Chongyang recognized Ye Gucheng's sword at a glance.

Not only that, but he also saw that the realm of this sword was far beyond what he had seen in Jiang Zhou's hand.

Wang Chongyang remembered that Jiang Zhou told him at the beginning that there was a god of swords in his sect, and this style of flying immortals came from him.

Now it seems that it is this person.

Those who can use the flying fairy far beyond the sky, far surpassing the young master, except for the god of the sword, there is no one else.

So, this Baiyun city lord is the young master's fellow disciple?
How could he appear here?
Wang Chongyang had to think more.

From his understanding, Jiang Zhou is a very idle person.

Although he is an official in the Sujing Division, he is more like those hidden immortals in the mountains.

It is absolutely not easy to get involved in such a thing as the Sword Holding Club.

Now that his fellow disciples appear here, is it related to him?

Was it ordered by him to come here for something?

Or a coincidence?

In the identity of the imperial court, to deal with these "rebels" like them.

Or, the young master himself also gave birth to... different intentions?
If it was in the past, Wang Chongyang would be very happy that Jiang Zhou had a "difference".

If Jiang Zhou is really like this, he is willing to hand over the Shengping Army immediately.

It's just that, as the Shengping Army got bigger and bigger, he couldn't help himself in many things.

In the Shengping Army, most of the brothers died for him, and I don't know how many brothers' blood was shed to get what they are today.

Even if he wanted to, I'm afraid his brothers in the Shengping army would not tolerate him doing this.

Therefore, seeing that this person is from the same family as Jiang Zhou, Wang Chongyang felt mixed feelings and conflicts for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

"Is there any hero who would like to discuss swords with Ye Mou?"

At this moment, Ye Gucheng Gao Mo's leisurely voice sounded.

On the top of the Thousand Buddhas, no one answered.

No matter how rebellious these people are, they are not without vision.

The sword just now, the people present, if they think they can catch it, they can't take it with a single palm.

No one spared their lives.

What's more, this person is not only scary with swords, but also with people.

They have seen many people killing people, and they have killed many people themselves.

It's really chilling to be so indifferent like him, and even regard it as a sacred thing.

"Good, good."

One person stood up and said in unison:
"The city lord's sword is like a flying fairy, and people are like flying fairy. Such a fairy in this world is not stained with dust, has no stains and no time, why come to this troubled world to be dusty?"

When everyone saw it, it was Miejing nun in Shenshui Temple.

Ye Gucheng's eyes turned, and he said lightly: "Does the master know the sword?"

Miejing God Ni Heshi said: "The poor Ni knows a thing or two, but it is not enough to compare with the city lord."

Ye Gucheng shook his head: "It's a pity."

It was a pity again, and everyone thought it was a pity that Master Mie Jing couldn't discuss swords with him.

Miejing Shenni smiled, but did not speak.

But someone couldn't stand it anymore, Fang Wanli, who was defeated by his sword earlier, had already regained his composure from that defeat.

Some unwillingly said: "What a pity?"

"Sword learners should be sincere to people and swords. Although there are many swords on the top of the thousand Buddhas, there is no real sword learner."

Ye Gucheng said, shaking his head with a lonely face: "That's all."

The sigh continued, and suddenly an inexplicable aura rose from his body.

Like the blue sky and white clouds, indifferent and lofty, without time and dirt, but with the meaning of unparalleled sharpness.

It's sword intent!
"Om~!"

The sound of the sword's cry suddenly resounded like a dragon roaring.

Everyone saw the Tianzi sword hanging on the peak, suddenly there was no wind and it moved automatically.

The blade of the sword trembled violently, flew up suddenly, and shot straight out.

It fell into the hands of Gucheng Ye.

Excalibur chooses the master!

"Ye Gucheng! Put down the sword!"

"You can't take it!"

Everyone ignored the surprise and shouted loudly.

Some people not only wielded the Son of Heaven Sword, but it seemed that the sword chose its own master.

But he could no longer remain indifferent.

No matter how powerful this surname Ye is, he can't let him ruin a big event!
(End of this chapter)